Malibu, Mmmelting Pot & Nacho(s)
This was the first weekend since I can remember where I just took it easy. No parties, no weddings, no dinners, no shows...just me and my guy after a long week apart. It's about freakin' time.
I had been wanting to go to the beach and just chill for a while now. You would think that living forty-five minutes from the ocean would mean going more. Not so much the case. So for the first time in my bikini this year, we headed to the coast. And for the first time in months, it was 65 degrees and cloudy. Despite the goosebumps and frostbite, we still managed to go for a lengthy hike below the rocky cliffs in the sands of Paradise Cove. It was absolutely breathtaking...just like the movies.
Once the hypothermia kicked in, we took the scenic route through the Pacific Palisades back to my place. After glamming myself up we made the trek to Pasadena so my guy could experience The Melting Pot first hand. He lived in Nashville for eight years and was never graced with it's calories and deliciousness. Needless to say, he loved it. And I loved my Raspberry Martinis even more. What better way to celebrate our eight month anniversary?
On Sunday we played tourist and went to Universal City Walk. If you're in Nashville, think Opry Mills, only on steroids. We went there because I had a stupid Fandango credit that only works towards online tickets. Too bad none of the theatres out here do online ticketing except for the one at Universal. We made a day of it, anyway, and sipped on Margaritas (mine had Midori in it), munched on chips and salsa, and whipped cauliflower into the waterfall down below.
After din din, it was Nacho Libre time. Overall, the movie wasn't as hilarious as I thought it would be, but it definitely had its moments. Anytime Jack Black wants busts out a little improv singing is fine with me. However, there were too many slow parts for my liking. I'm thinking that maybe it has a little Napolean Dynamite style to it: the more you watch it, the funnier/stupider it gets. That's my prediction anyway. Time to stock up on some Hot Damn Cinnamon Schnapps.
Other than that I've been working 5,000 hours a week so I haven't had time for many shows these days. I'm hoping that either A) it will blow over or B) I'll get used to it. For now, I'm focusing on my beauty sleep (sanity) in the afterhours. People aren't joking when they say this place can eat you alive. Not me, though. I'm just planning ahead. Cuz my little rockstar is coming in town for a week or so on Saturday. And we're going to tear it up.
I had been wanting to go to the beach and just chill for a while now. You would think that living forty-five minutes from the ocean would mean going more. Not so much the case. So for the first time in my bikini this year, we headed to the coast. And for the first time in months, it was 65 degrees and cloudy. Despite the goosebumps and frostbite, we still managed to go for a lengthy hike below the rocky cliffs in the sands of Paradise Cove. It was absolutely breathtaking...just like the movies.
Once the hypothermia kicked in, we took the scenic route through the Pacific Palisades back to my place. After glamming myself up we made the trek to Pasadena so my guy could experience The Melting Pot first hand. He lived in Nashville for eight years and was never graced with it's calories and deliciousness. Needless to say, he loved it. And I loved my Raspberry Martinis even more. What better way to celebrate our eight month anniversary?
On Sunday we played tourist and went to Universal City Walk. If you're in Nashville, think Opry Mills, only on steroids. We went there because I had a stupid Fandango credit that only works towards online tickets. Too bad none of the theatres out here do online ticketing except for the one at Universal. We made a day of it, anyway, and sipped on Margaritas (mine had Midori in it), munched on chips and salsa, and whipped cauliflower into the waterfall down below.
After din din, it was Nacho Libre time. Overall, the movie wasn't as hilarious as I thought it would be, but it definitely had its moments. Anytime Jack Black wants busts out a little improv singing is fine with me. However, there were too many slow parts for my liking. I'm thinking that maybe it has a little Napolean Dynamite style to it: the more you watch it, the funnier/stupider it gets. That's my prediction anyway. Time to stock up on some Hot Damn Cinnamon Schnapps.
Other than that I've been working 5,000 hours a week so I haven't had time for many shows these days. I'm hoping that either A) it will blow over or B) I'll get used to it. For now, I'm focusing on my beauty sleep (sanity) in the afterhours. People aren't joking when they say this place can eat you alive. Not me, though. I'm just planning ahead. Cuz my little rockstar is coming in town for a week or so on Saturday. And we're going to tear it up.
Posted by Stella @ 12:26 PM
2 Comments:
At June 29, 2006 9:02 AM,
newton dominey said…
vanity: i read "my little rockstar" and thought to myself, "i'm not going to california."
twit: pictures available at newtondominey.net
At July 03, 2006 9:28 PM,
Anonymous said…
AWW!! Midori Margaritas, my fave when we went to that place I can't think of the name of. You know, the great restaurant we ate in twice and drank in like 50 times. I'm glad your guy liked the Melting pot that adds to his score. I want some chocoalte fondue right now!
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